[ She's seen a room like this before. Big, shiny, she had leaped up on the loud rocks and hunted down prey, watched as they fled her Pack. That place had been past all the foul-smelling piles of food they had consumed, not a nest but a Something-Place, a grazing field; she'll work out what in time, if it's important. Like the SHOOT-fangs piled high in another room.
Wounded as she is with a T-Rex's lasting gift of punctures along her side and a fractured, aching leg, the JP stamp on her flank is still clear when she stalks by the door and takes a sniff of the floor, scenting out something she can eat; sweat, bone, blood. Fear. Something came through here.
A screeling noise starts to rise in the back of her throat, checking with a glance from the door for any more exits or adjoining spaces the prey could be. ]
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Wounded as she is with a T-Rex's lasting gift of punctures along her side and a fractured, aching leg, the JP stamp on her flank is still clear when she stalks by the door and takes a sniff of the floor, scenting out something she can eat; sweat, bone, blood. Fear. Something came through here.
A screeling noise starts to rise in the back of her throat, checking with a glance from the door for any more exits or adjoining spaces the prey could be. ]